FLASH Story 1: The Otter and The Hound (pt.1)
#1 of FLASH Stories!
I've decided, while I've got writer's block, and can't work on my main story, I'll come up with things that randomly appear in my head, and have decided to call them FLASH stories, because I come up with them in a flash. Get it? No? Well then....
But really, I think they're fun. Please be aware that they contain things that may not be appropriate for younger audiences, or people who don't like: homosexual consensual sex, rape, cub (on occassion), paws, or anything else that deals with furries. haha.
Now that we've been through introductions, here's the first one, with more than 1 part, because I don't want these stories to be too long. I want them to be quick reads.
Enjoy! --Dragon S. Wolf
FLASH Story 1-- The Otter and The Hound pt.1
2.9.2013
The sun shone brightly overhead like it always did. Normal teenage furs walking home like they always did after school let out, but not for Ronnie. Ronnie was an athletic black, white, and brown coloured beagle at his high school, always practicing and training for his football team. Ronnie is the star quarterback for his high school, the Orion County Vikings. He gets all the popularity at his school and everyone wants to be around him. He's the top dog on the team.
Ronnie started his practice like any other: Tossing footballs through tires, running laps, doing sprints, other exercises, and getting hot and sweaty. He finished his workout in an hour, and was covered in sweat. He went to the weight room and trained his muscles with weights for another half an hour, and decided it was a good time to quit; he felt himself getting tired and weaker due to the strain he put on his body. He pads into the locker room and stripped down -he didn't mind doing this, since no one else was usually ever in the locker room at this time of day- and headed for the showers. He turned the shower on and let it stay cold; he needed to cool down before he got too warm. He panted and let out a sigh of relief as the cold water poured over him, cooling him down. His ears perked suddenly as he heard the door to the locker room open.
"Hello?" he called out as he peeked around the shower room wall into the locker area. No fur answered him back. Could he be hearing things? No, that couldn't be it. Deciding it was enough, he turned off the water and headed back to his locker, ready to change and get home. His mom was probably cooking up something really nice like she always did. Hopefully something that was nice and meaty, like steak! Oooh, steak would be nice! He thought to himself as he got dressed. He stops short with dressing and thinking, and freezes with his shirt over his head, halfway on him. He could feel a paw or tail or something brushing along his back. He quickly puts his shirt on and turns around. "Who's there!?" he yells out now. He looks left and right, but no one is there. "What the hell? Am I imagining things?" He turns around to his locker and looks inside. His shorts were gone! "Who's there!? I'm not kidding! I want my shorts back now!" He barks out to the whole locker room.
Maddened he looks around the locker rooms. Passing around the corner he notices a wide, brown tail leave his view. Ronnie quickly bustles around the corner, but no one is there when he reaches it. "Get out here now, man! I'm not kidding! I want my shorts. I won't be mad if you just give me my shorts back!" Ronnie says. Again there's no answer to his pleas, and he gets even madder. He walks back to his locker and sees his shorts hanging from one of the pegs inside the locker. 'Bout time, he thinks to himself. He pulls them from his locker and goes to put them on when he sees and feels a paw reach around him and cover his muzzle, and another paw reach around and grab him on the chest.
"You won't need those." Ronnie hears in his ear. Out of instinct, Ronnie starts to growl. But he's heard that voice before in school... It sounded so familiar. "I've been watching you for a while, and I'm into you, so you should just let this happen." Ronnie didn't want it to happen. He struggled to break free and then felt a sudden sharp pain in his side. He gasped and his legs started to go out. He struggled now to try and stay awake, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, the world around him completely hazy. "I told you to let this just happen, but you had to go and struggle... making me do this to you, it's such a shame. Oh well, you'll be awake soon enough. Don't worry though, because I'll keep you nice and safe."
Ronnie couldn't hold on any longer and drifted off to sleep, the world dead around him. The last image he saw was of a familiar face from school. It was the face of an otter he hadn't treated quite nicely in school. He believed his name was Trevor or Travis, but he couldn't think enough as the sleeping drugs took over his body and caused him to lose consciousness.